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The Love Before The Altar .  This is for the kiss that thought it was a covenant, For hands that linked as one, yet were called disparate. For the garden we planted in the ignorant snow, Where our puppy love , bright and shameless, could grow. It grew past the teasing, past the first foolish fight, Past the secret sweet nothings whispered into the night. It thought it was a tree, deep-rooted, vast, and true,  Until they brought the lightning no sapling can construe. The Junction . Here, the maps of bloodline and the charts of caste were spread. Here, the cold slide of a lab report sealed all that was unsaid. Here, “maturity” meant letting go, not holding on. Here, pure love was a language the pragmatic world had shunned. We stood there, you and I, with futures in our eyes, Watching our fierce, fragile thing meet its swift demise. Not by our will, but by the stern, unyielding hands Of genotype ’s grim verdict, and social class ’s demands. You left to build a life upon a stabl...

Two worlds collide: the realm of moral absolutes and the domain of worldly pragmatism. We're taught to uphold the sacred tenets of righteousness, yet the whispers of innovation and progress beckon from the shadows of societal values. There are the '12 o'clock' purists, bred to prioritize virtue above all else. Their unwavering commitment to morality often renders them aloof, isolated from the pulsating rhythm of the world. On the opposite end, the '6:30' free spirits dance to the beat of unbridled social liberty, morality cast aside like a forgotten relic. But what of those who dwell at the zenith of balance, the '6 o'clock' harmonizers? They walk the tightrope between righteousness and pragmatism, intuitively sensing when to yield to virtue and when to indulge in life's sweet temptations. In this delicate plain, balance is key. The art of knowing when to be good and when to be bad – not for the sake of rebellion, but for the beauty of harmony. F...

 Each dawn, I rise, driven by the fire within, Taught that idle hands reap only barren wind. I strive for excellence, my heart's relentless quest, Yet, like a pin dropped in the ocean's vast unrest. Results fade, like ripples on the waves above, "Not my day," I whisper, solace in self-love. My stomach growls, hunger's persistent call, My heart echoes, yearning for success's thrall. But today, a glimmer, rays of light ascend, My toil, soon crowned with triumph's sweet end. I'm alive! We rise, we fall, yet still we stand, Now, I ascend, my spirit, unbroken hand. For every drought, a harvest awaits, Every night, a dawn that breaks. There are decades where nothing happens, And there are weeks where decades happen. © FERT, 2024

"May the weights of yesterday's wounds slowly lift, As healing's gentle touch begins to shift, Childhood scars, toxic shadows cast, Generational pain, forever past. May inner peace, like sunrise, rise, And calm the storms that troubled minds, With each new dawn, may heart and soul, Find strength to heal, and make whole. Happy World Mental Health Day, May our journeys toward healing find their way." FERT, 2024 

Don't die, Change form. Amidst the rubble, Where once stood strong foundations, Now lie the remnants of what was. Shackles bind tight, The weight of struggles heavy, And the fire's fierce rampage, Threatens to consume all. Yet, in this crucible of chaos, I live. From the depths of darkness, The beauty of light begins to emerge. A delicate glow, Growing brighter, Illuminating the path ahead. I rise, Stronger with each passing moment, As resilient as the break of day, And as unwavering as the constant sunshine. The trials do not define my end, But mark the beginning of my transformation. Through the storms and the strife, Through the trials that test my spirit, I find my strength, I find my truth. I don't merely survive, I transcend. I evolve. In every ending, a new beginning unfolds. In every fall, the seeds of rise are sown. I am not defeated, I am reborn, Renewed, Reformed, And ever forward, I evolve. © FERT, 2024

  Sunday Sermon Topic: Misplaced Priority Text: "And the people of the Niger area arose, filled with indignation, and they said, 'we will take our cancel culture to a whole new level!'" - Unsolomon 3:14 Golden Text: "Leave them, they are bunch of learners!" - Revelations 19:60 Further Text: "How will it be that you'll not learn to focus on that which is needed, but focus on the irrelevance? Verily I say unto you, even a bitch will not copulate unless she's on heat." - Wazobia 19:13 Body: My dear brethren, gather 'round and listen to a tale of woe and misplaced priorities! The sense of care is fast dying, rife competition, and hatred is the order of the day nowadays. In our beloved land, we put importance on what should be optional, while we abandon the necessary for fate to take control. Take, for example, the saga of Multichoice, the mighty owner of DSTV and GOTV. They dared to increase their subscription fees, and lo and behold, th...

Rising daily, Learning diligently, Preparing my fingers for war, Conditioning my spirit to see victory. Warrior I am, Life is a battlefield, Victory my sole aim, That I may write the war history. This is the sound of Freedom, a sure Sign of Victory. © FERT, 2014